Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritius and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mantronix to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.